not as if any of the students can date him?”
“So? We can at least fantasize.” She tosses her strawberry-blond hair over a shoulder. “Besides, haven’t you seen him? He’s like twenty years younger than most of the professors here and way easier to look at.”
Camila shrugs. “Yeah, I’ve seen him.” And fucked his brains out too . “I dropped his class for the Immigrants’ Rights Seminar.”
“Why would you do that?” Lisa gives her a puzzled look. “I heard there’s already a wait list for his 1L Con Law class in the Spring.”
Camila shakes her head, not wanting to answer her question. “Maybe the Law School figured out that hiring a good looking professor would be enough to motivate its students.”
Lisa smiles and nods. “I’d say we’re finally getting our money’s worth.”
Camila tries to smile and play along, but deep down it bothers her that people won’t stop talking about him. The moment she hears his name, her mind flashes to the way she rode him in her bed that night and, while a part of her wants to cringe, another part of her is turned on. She doesn’t need a Marshall James fantasy because she’s had it, and she knows exactly what he’s capable of offering. The thought burns through her body and makes her crave his kiss. She shakes her head. The last thing she needs is to feel anything akin to lust or desire for him.
The chatter among the senior and executive editors as they shuffle around is a mix of work, personal life and still more Marshall James. Thankfully there are enough different conversations to drown out everything else about the new professor. She’s relieved when she spies Professor Pryor enter the room and head straight for her desk.
The talking drops to a dull murmur as Professor Pryor pulls Camila aside. “My apologies for being late. I was in a meeting with the Dean.”
Camila waves. “No problem at all. I trust you received my emails regarding the October publication?”
“Yes, yes, of course.” The Professor perches on the edge of the desk. “I’m glad you pretty much have it wrapped up and ready to go, which makes what I have to say easier.”
Camila looks at her quizzically.
“I’m stepping down as Faculty Advisor. I’ve been brought in to consult on a case that will take up a lot of my time for the next few months.”
“Of course. You mentioned the possibility a while ago,” Camila replies. “When do I get to meet with your replacement?”
Before Professor Pryor can respond, the talking ceases and heads turn when Marshall enters the room.
“How about right now,” she answers.
Dread spreads throughout Camila’s body. She can feel a weight enter her chest and her breathing spike. She forces a smile as Marshall approaches.
“Professor Pryor,” he extends a hand. “Thank you for coming in today.”
“Of course,” she replies.
Oh my god, is she blushing ? Camila wonders. She offers her hand before prompted. She doesn’t want Marshall to think he caught her off guard. Although it’s precisely what he’s done.
“Camila Cohen, Editor-in-Chief,” she says, introducing herself. Of course it’s all for show. The last thing she wants is to have to place her hand in his, to remember how smooth his touch is and how incredible it felt when he traced his fingers over her back. She shudders at the memory and at the thought of what he did after.
“Ah, yes,” he replies, touching his finger to his lip. “You were in my Comparative Con Law seminar last week.”
Camila nods. “Unfortunately, I had to drop it due to a scheduling conflict.” Her smooth voice surprises her. This will be easier than I thought , she assures herself.
She moves to Professor Pryor’s left, placing the unsuspecting woman between them. A specialist in human rights law, Professor Pryor turns to the group of editors and says, “Professor James comes to us with an esteemed background in Con Law, having clerked for two Supreme Court Justices. We’re very